Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.